As I walk the shadow becomes foreboding upon me. I gaze to the sky and the blue one has lost its color. What a breezy night. I can see air comes out from my nose. Where are the stars? I think they were all destroyed by the city's blinding light. All I can see just the moon. Alone, she sometimes hides behind the clouds. The scars written on her tells of a thousand years story. Did she suffer? Did she cried when each and every scar carved upon her body? Have she become traumatized by those inflicting wounds? I wonder if she hides from the sun. The feeling of the unworthy -- the feeling of becoming someone; a failure, a betrayer; A shattered hope in a lucid dream. Are those scars shied her away? She might be hiding from the sun because the light reveals the scars. It makes her unpretty. An ugly duckling sitting there, enthroned with a prince charming. Oh, how unsightly it is. How unworthy of her to be pair with a man of perfect. I wish I could understand this. Her sun i...
A place where I don't know what I said.